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CHAP. II.

How would Philosophy enjoy this hour,Did not grief's arrow in her bleeding sideDeep, deep infix'd, at every painful stepPierce to the heart, and poison all her bliss.Ev'n this calm solitude, this still serene,Tranquillity, that to internal viewsRecalls our scatter'd thoughts, and from the browOf ruffl'd passion steals its gloomy frown,Is now my gentle foe; provokes the tearFrom the pale eye of sorrow, and remindsWest.Despairing Friendship of its loss.———

As they were drinking their coffee, Madeline was agreeably surprised by hearing there was a connection between her family and that of her departed benefactress:—thefather

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